the family we chose

indie rp blog dedicated to a group of canon and OC first responders Featuring muses from 911, 911 Lonestar, Greys Anatomy etc. Mun 25+ | Muses 25 + | Please read the rules!

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Hi, hello, welcome aboard! All muses are ready to go, bios and navigation are under construction but feel free to shoot me a message with any questions! I don’t bite, promise.

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why are boundaries so hard to set. why are lines so hard to draw. why can i never explain how i feel without feeling like those feelings aren’t valid. why do i always give so much of myself just to have it crushed each and every time because i never learn. why do i bother. why do i let myself think for even a second that i’m worth anybody's time.

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Not me forgetting this account even existed

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I just.... there are no words. None at all for a situation like this. In which someone can make you feel like you’re not good or exciting enough to write with or plot with or anything for so long and then within a day of finally getting out of that situation/friendship, they’re suddenly back to writing as though nothing was ever wrong. and I wish, I truly truly wish, that I didn’t give a shit but I guess it’s just making me realise that I was right all along.

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I swear I haven’t forgotten anyone. All the replies I owe are in my drafts and I will get to them just as soon as I can <3

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Me; Wants to add Maddie Buckley as a muse. Also me: owes way too much already

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Buck, tending to Eddie's gunshot wound: How would you rate your pain?

Eddie: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

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I miss writing Eddie. Is there anyone that’s actually bothered by his FC (Ryan Guzman ofc)? Cause Besides that anon that time, no one else has said a thing but I also don’t want to offend or upset people.

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this just fucking sucks.

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I have made..... a mistake. Agreed to chat with my ex yesterday about where we stand/what’s going on, told him that I wanted to see how things would go but that I wasn’t saying it wouldn’t happen again and he’s apparently taken that as ‘we’re dating again’. He did that lovely awkward sit in the car til I looked in his direction so he could kiss me thing last night then all day today has been asking me questions about whether I want to tell my family and such.... this being after yesterday he literally said that he knew his clinginess was a problem the first time around. 

And yet, if I cool it off, I’ll look like the bad guy .-. 

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i know i keep promising replies but long story short its been a shit couple weeks and i got a sort-of-bombshell dropped and its killed motivation and im really sorry. I’m here to talk for a bit if anyone wants and if not, just thank you for your patience all the same.

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Are you ever just so exhausted with a situation or with feeling a certain way that you just... can’t feel it or do it anymore? Like, everything just shuts down. Cause I’m about there.

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O P E N

to; m/f/nb connection; any!

“Oh, come on, so the treasure might’ve been a-a.. a lie or whatever it was, but you really think LA doesn’t have something somewhere?” It was safe to say that Buck mightve been just a little hooked on the idea of a treasure hunt, especially after the last city-wide event ended in such an anticlimactic way, “The city’s like, nearly 240 years old, right? Someone’s gotta have buried something here during that time, right? And with less people looking for it, our chances would be awesome.”

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indestructiblemind·:

There was no chance that Morgan would be getting any sleep, the day she had been waiting around for was finally here and the nerves didn’t seem to quit. She didn’t want this to turn out badly, considering that she truly cared about him and wanted this to go beyond dates on the screen. Taking another look at herself in the mirror before she left the house, ensuring that her outfit looked good and she’d leave an impression on him. Those first few seconds would end up meaning everything and it had to be perfect.

Approaching the outside of the restaurant, she felt the butterflies running around in her stomach and she couldn’t wait to see him. She wondered if he’d up looking as good as he did on the phone as in person and if he was just as goofy as he appeared. Looking over at the table he said he would be at, she spotted him in the distance and found her feet moving quickly to where he was. A smile so wide on her lips as she touched the back of his shoulder so he’d turn around and she definitely wasn’t disappointed by the sight. “Hi. It’s so good to see you.”

Buck was positive the nerves were about to finish off his insides, chewing them up and spitting them out into a weird kind of nausea. The excitement, the flat-out nervousness and god knows what else were all churning away, trying to escape through his leg bouncing against the ground. And then, when he felt a hand on his back and she stepped into view, it all went quiet. All, that was, except a flood of relief that pulled a bright, toothy grin to his lips. 

“Morgan, hey.” He exhaled, standing up immediately to greet her and get a proper look. True to her intentions, that outfit, her entire being was definitely leaving an impression and one he was making a very intentional mental note to remember, “You look amazing, it’s good to see you too, I uh- I hope this table’s okay? We can move, if... if that’s easier or better, I just, uh-” and now he was rambling, great. “Sorry, it’s just amazing to finally meet you in person. The pictures and videos really don’t do you justice.”

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elegancemultimuse​:

“I’ve got the right number. There is an actual clown staring at me right now, and he’s definitely broken into my house.” Cecelia replied with a small chuckle. She wasn’t scared by any means. She was annoyed if anything and was starting to consider moving. “And as horny as I tend to be, I don’t want to fuck a clown. So yes I understand it’s a bit weird for me to request that you send the hottest policeman in my direction, but I do have a real problem here.” 

Mack was silent for a good moment or two, lips parted as her brain searched for the right thing to say. There was the possibility that it was a hoax, of course, but if it wasn’t and something happened... could she live with that? That, and it wasn’t everyday calls like this came through. It was kind of exciting. “I’m dispatching a unit to your address now, but I’m afraid I don’t have much control over who they send. Though, between you and me, I don’t think there are many officers at that precinct that wouldn’t fit your request,” She responded, tapping away at her keyboard as she did just that, “Does the... clown have a weapon? Has he threatened you in any way?“

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anyone wanna take my thoughts away from me thnx

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“I’d say you need to tell me the truth.” He catches the smirk on the man, “Or I’ll leave you here for the rest of my shift.” Not a real threat, more of a nuisance on wasting time. “I thought you were done with this.”

“The truth? Let’s see-” TK answered, bringing both hands up so one could tap at his chin, “I was at the bar, ordering a drink and minding my own business and the guy just... swung at me, outta nowhere.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t strictly the truth either. It also wasn’t the first time it had happened... “Maybe he just didn’t like my face.”